Poems
THEME/S
O silent Love, where your pure footsteps tread,
The paths of darkness break open in delight;
Light floods the clotted anguish of the dead,
Washes the ancient karmic vaults of night.
Pass soft: the ether's a-quiver with stars and flowers,
And fires burn high in caverns broken and old;
The earth lies tranced with beauty, far sun-powers
Sweep vibrant through the spaces, winged with gold.
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